No more than a fist of thoughts I own
Pilgrim of social senescence
No milestone mine, an inert tombstone
Marks perennial presence of my absence!

My epitaph reads my last ‘vain’ verse
“The ‘Vain’ Wordsworth, who lost to world”
Imprisoned now, in oblivion’s curse
Who paid with life for his every word!

Not a zephyr strays thru my wasteland
Where strewn are sagas of my faith
Written in blood, tears, sweat, o’er sand
These shreds of glory of a wraith!

In mortal life’s immortal throes
While, I pay, my enigma’s holy toll
Free me of my words’ worldly woes
READ MY MIND, REDEEM MY SOUL!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra